Hair Salon
"Let's see… a braid perhaps? Or a French twist?"
Feminine hands grabbed his ponytail and flipped up and down.
"Try not to do too much damage." He stonily replied.
She ignored him, and pressed her index finger onto his cheek, smiling cheekily.
"I know! How 'bout…" she brought out a pair of scissors.
Widened eyes, and he struggled to get up and escape.
Giggling, she said, "Kidding, Mi-chan! Kidding!"
He scowled.
"I don't know why I put up with this."
"You don't?"
"I don't."
"Well, I do."
"Enlighten me then."
She used her free hand pinched his cheek, hard.
"'Cause I'm your girlfriend silly!"
He rolled his eyes, but secretly inside, he was smiling.